Signing out.

So. I didn't screw up the guitar, Zonk, not at all, not yet :) Truth be told I've done a pretty killer job of it so far. I'm hoping it ends up even killerer. Please don't jinx me, Universe. 

I'd put up a pic, but I don't put up pics at 2 in the morning. Besides I'd rather put up a finished pic now. Very little left, though it is the hardest part.
And I can't believe I asked for only 2500 for this. WTF was Wrong with me. 
Two to two now, so I'll be off. Bedtime calling. 
Goodnight Zonk. I'll be back before you know it,
your's anticipatingly,

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Author: Kirtana K

I paint and make music and blog like a maniac. These days I try to run. But I have chicken legs and lungs the size of two-rupee balloons. I fail. I like pajamas and striped socks and books that read like song and songs that sound like poetry and strangers who read this page. And Maggi when I'm sick or cold or sad or celebrating. They'll find noodles in my veins if ever they cut me open. And potatoes. And maybe a tiny bit of whiskey. I'll be an Unidentified Living Object and they'll put my insides on display. It will be crazy. It will be awesome. It will.

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